Chapter Five

The Boy and The Candle Shop Girl walked down the dark winding road to her front door late that night. Since their afternoon of baked Mac n’ Cheese at La Petit La Coeur they had spent the rest of the day together passing the time in laughs and awkward conversation. Awkward though only in the way in which only two strangers can be when in love. He kissed her sweetly on the cheek and watched with a swelling heart as she went inside her home. Turning away, the crisp air around him felt alive. As he walked past the bushes that lined her property he passed The Butcher cowering in the dark shadows. If only The Boy had looked to the left, he would have seen the man but instead he looked up to the full moon.

The next morning The Boy stopped by to see how the Candle Shop girl was doing and stopped dead in his tracks. Her street was lined with police, ambulance and firefighters with onlookers and reporters. The Candle Shop Girl had been brutally murdered in her sleep. The roses that he had in his hands for her felt heavy and he let them fall to the ground.